Under the fingertips, the skin of the elbow he held was still faintly hot. The temperature penetrated the material of the clothes and was imprinted on the skin tenaciously. It was as lingering as the deep voice he left in his ears. Shen Ruowei forced herself to focus on the acupuncture record in front of her. The ink spread on the rice paper, but she could not outline a clear pulse, only reflecting the bottomless eyes with burning scrutiny.
